Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

All the powerful figures inside the hall showed expressions of doubt.

"The reason is simple. Although Fan Yunfei has regained half of the demon power he gave up when he was reincarnated, half of the key medium for him to mobilize the power of the Western Regions, the Millennium Water Control Pearl, is still in Li Xueyang's body."

Only Qin Chuan looked calmly at the old Sand Fox King and slowly revealed the truth:

"Since the two could not be combined, he was unable to truly restore his former full strength as a demon emperor. I originally thought that after restoring their memories, this matter would naturally fall into place."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoli's cheeks puffed up with anger, and she quickly retorted:

"Sir, you don't know! It's all because of those stubborn old elders in the clan! They say that the Thousand-Year Water Control Pearl contains pure water spirit, which is incompatible with our Sand Demon physique! If Your Highness restores the Water Control Pearl to its complete state, it must be banished from the country! It's utterly absurd!"

Such a bizarre and outdated reason left the well-informed business leaders present speechless, exchanging bewildered glances.

The old fox king, his face flushed red from the stare, finally seemed to have made up his mind. He slammed his fist on the table and roared with unusual force:

"Enough! When we get back, I'll deal with those old fools! The throne will now be formally passed to my son! The future of the Western Regions cannot be hindered by these outdated rules any longer!"

At this point in the meeting, the main agenda items had been determined.

Meanwhile, on the platform outside, the final results were also announced.

Just as Qin Chuan had predicted, Wang Quan Fugui and Dongfang Yuechu, these two chosen ones, fought to a standstill. Exhausted of their magical power, they both collapsed on the arena.

A highly anticipated battle between two titans has come to an end in a way that is both unexpected and yet somehow logical.

The spot for the closed-door disciple was thus left undecided, sparking countless speculations.

Chapter 63 It's you again!

The Qingyun Peak rookie tournament ended in an unexpected draw.

The name of Qin Chuan's last disciple, which everyone had been eagerly anticipating, ultimately slipped through their fingers like sand, and no one could hold onto it firmly.

Facing the complex gazes of the crowd, Qin Chuan, standing at the highest point of the stands, spoke calmly yet with immense weight:

"Dongfang Yuechu, royal power and wealth all have their own ways, and the path is clear. There is no need for me to add anything extra or presume to be a teacher."

Upon hearing this, there was a brief silence in the stands, followed by murmurs of agreement.

Upon hearing this, everyone thought about it carefully and realized it was indeed true.

Dongfang Yuechu possesses innate spirituality and follows the natural way; Wang Quanfugui has a clear and unwavering sword mind.

Their path is unique and steadfast; excessive external interference is detrimental.

"If any cultivator in the world has any questions, they can ask through the Passing on the Flame Talisman, and I will answer them one by one."

As soon as Qin Chuan finished speaking, a low gasp of surprise erupted from the stands.

One of the cultivators hurriedly pulled out the Fire-Burning Talisman from his robes, his fingertips trembling slightly with excitement.

In a sense, this "half-master" who travels between humans and demons and promotes peace in the world has long been a spiritual beacon in the hearts of countless cultivators. Whether or not he has the title of "closed-door disciple" has become the least important thing.

Before the clamor of the competition had completely subsided, Qin Chuan's figure had already faded into the clouds and mist of Qingyun Peak.

The next moment, he found himself in the most mysterious corner of the industry – Longwan.

This is a vast bay stretching between Tushan and Aolai Kingdom. The sea breeze carries a salty chill, yet it cannot stir up even the slightest ripple.

The dark blue seawater was like solidified ink, so still that not even a trace of fish or shrimp could be found. Only a few dark rocks stood alone on the shore, and not even moss would grow on them.

Even more bizarrely, the spiritual energy here is so thin that it is almost depleted. Cultivators standing here will clearly feel their dantian become stagnant; it is practically a "life desert" for cultivators.

This is why only some indigenous groups live here, and even the reincarnation and continuation of lineage in Tushan has not extended here at all.

Qin Chuan stepped onto the cold sand, his divine sense spreading out like a fine net.

The next second, his eyes narrowed slightly. From the depths of the bay, an ancient yet violent energy fluctuation was emanating. It was the power of the dragon race, but it carried a sense of decay and decay, as if it had been forcibly dragged out of its slumber.

He looked up and gazed at the other side of the bay. The direction of Aolai Kingdom was shrouded in thick clouds and mist, with a vague and obscure aura hidden behind the clouds, but it never revealed itself.

Immediately, Qin Chuan's figure sank into the cold seawater like a feather, heading straight for the energy source, the Panlong Road, the ruins of the Dragon Clan.

Panlongdao is not an ordinary underwater waterway, but a huge group of grottoes hidden in the seabed rock strata.

The stone walls of the grotto are densely covered with dozens of dragon reliefs.

Some dragon claws are deeply embedded in the stone wall, with dried blood-red patterns etched between the scales; some dragons have their heads lowered, with ghostly fires flickering in their empty eye sockets; and some dragons have chains wrapped around their bodies, but their tails stubbornly point to the sky.

Each relief exudes a deep-seated resentment, and even the flowing seawater in the grotto carries a faint air of grievance.

Deep within the grotto, the Black Fox Queen Feng Xi is suspended in mid-air.

The number of her jet-black fox tail phantoms had increased to dozens, each tail wrapped with dark golden dragon power, piercing into the stone wall reliefs like greedy vines.

As the fox tail swayed, the colors of the relief gradually dimmed, while the aura of the phoenix grew increasingly cold and sinister.

A trace of dark red blood clung to the corner of her mouth, and the crimson in her eyes was almost overflowing. The dark golden dragon power surrounding her even left black trails in the air.

"Qin Chuan—! It's you again!!"

Feng Xi suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp roar echoed in the cave, causing the seawater in the cracks of the rocks to drip down.

Her fox tail tensed instantly, her nails dug deep into her palms, and her scarlet eyes stared intently at the suddenly appearing figure in green, filled with incredulous rage:

"How did you get here?! How could you possibly know?! This plan... I had no idea about this plan at all..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt, as if she realized she had spoken out of turn, but the frustration and anger of having her plans repeatedly thwarted almost made her lose control.

The last time his divided soul was captured, there was absolutely no way he could have revealed the matter of Dragon Bay!

Qin Chuan simply watched her quietly, his hands behind his back, his blue robes motionless in the seawater: "This kind of exaggerated acting is far too clumsy for stalling for time. You want to wait until you've completely absorbed the dragon power here to break through to the level of Demon Emperor?"

His gaze swept over the dragon energy surrounding Feng Xi, as if he were looking at a toy about to break.

Having his thoughts exposed, Feng Xi's fury vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and gloomy expression. It turned out that most of his earlier loss of composure was a pretense.

She giggled, her fox tail swaying slowly behind her, and the dark golden dragon power condensed into a black sphere of light in her palm:

“That’s right! Qin Chuan, if this were any other region, I might have been a little wary of you, but this is Dragon Bay!”

She opened her arms, feeling the dragon power flowing through her body, her tone full of arrogance:

"This place is devoid of spiritual energy, making it a forbidden zone for supernatural powers and spells! No matter how high you cultivate your Dao of the Heart, you can only unleash seventy percent of your strength here! But I, Your Majesty, have been blessed by the power of an ancient dragon, and here I am like a dragon returning to the sea! With the balance of power shifting, it is still unknown who will win today!"

"Too much nonsense." Qin Chuan's tone remained calm, and there wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy emanating from his fingertips. "Use whatever means you have. Otherwise, you won't have another chance."

Feng Xi shouted sharply and suddenly formed a hand seal.

The dragon power around her surged wildly, condensing into a phantom dozens of feet tall behind her.

It was a Star River Dragon King, with tiny ice crystals hanging from its horns, and pale blue stars swirling around its body. When it opened its mouth, icy star mist overflowed, and even the seawater in the cave began to freeze.

"I am the Star River Dragon..."

Before the dragon king's phantom roar could fully resound, Qin Chuan simply raised his finger and pointed it from a distance.

There was no earth-shattering burst of spiritual energy, no elaborate magical brilliance, only a fine golden line that traced out from his fingertip, like a knife refined to its ultimate form, piercing straight through the void.

The newly formed phantom of the Star River Dragon King shattered instantly, like a bubble being popped.

The pale blue starlight dispersed in the seawater, but was quickly blocked by Qin Chuan's aura, leaving not even the hem of his clothes wet.

Feng Xi's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Without hesitation, she activated her dragon power again, and a phantom of a fire dragon king engulfed in molten lava appeared. Just as it was about to spew flames, it was shattered by Qin Chuan's finger.

Following that, there was the Illusionary Sea Dragon King, skilled at creating illusions, and the Azure Dragon King, who controlled wind and rain…

Five dragon king phantoms, each comparable to a demon emperor, collapsed in a single exchange, unable to withstand even a single blow.

"This is impossible!"

Feng Xi cried out shrilly, her voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

Her fox tail lashed out, slamming against the stone wall and creating cracks. Dark golden dragon energy surged within her, causing tiny cuts to appear on her skin, from which black blood dripped from her fingertips.

"Your power... this isn't the Path of the Heart at all! This is... this is pure physical strength?! How could someone who has almost reached the pinnacle of the Path of the Heart possess such terrifying physical strength?! The spiritual energy barrier of Dragon Bay is ineffective against you?!"

Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint golden light flashing in his eyes—a sign that he had reached the pinnacle of his physical cultivation.

He looked at Feng Xi's flustered appearance, but his tone remained calm: "Who told you that I only cultivate the Way of the Mind?"

Feng Xi was completely stunned.

She naturally had no idea that the person before her had honed his martial arts to the pinnacle in two completely different worlds.

Since arriving in this world, he has never stopped honing his physical body, and has already broadened and sublimated his martial arts, embarking on the ultimate path of the body!

The Way of the Heart: To perceive the universe and manipulate its laws—this is the pinnacle!

The Way of the Body: Unleashing one's own potential, breaking through all laws with sheer force, is also the pinnacle!

And he, Qin Chuan, has already silently reached the end of this world's capacity on these two completely different paths!

The so-called Dragon Bay spiritual energy forbidden zone was completely useless to his body, which had long since transcended the dependence on ordinary energy!

Before his supreme physique, it was merely a slightly harder target.

Just then, from a crevice deep within the Panlong Path, a faint golden light slowly drifted out.

It was a wisp of the remnant consciousness of the ancient dragon race, "Long Ba". The light was surrounded by ancient dragon might, but it was as weak as a candle in the wind, and it would tremble slightly when it touched the seawater.

Back then, the third young master of Aolai Kingdom considered the dragon race a failure and wiped it out with a wave of his hand.

Back then, the Third Young Master could kill a Dragon King of the Demon Emperor level with a casual strike.

The scene before him, where Qin Chuan shattered the Dragon King's illusory image, was strikingly similar to the terrifying scene in Long Ba's sealed memories.

Feng Xi keenly caught this wisp of consciousness, and a ruthless and greedy glint flashed in his eyes.

If she could absorb this wisp of Long Ba's consciousness, she would not only be able to completely control the dragon power of Longwan, but she might also be able to find a way to survive under Qin Chuan!

"A gathering of love amidst countless sorrows and joys!"

Without hesitation, Feng Xi unleashed her vicious spell. Dark energy surged from her palm, transforming into countless screaming fox faces, carrying endless hatred, resentment, and despair, directly enveloping the golden light.

She wants to unleash the negative emotions that Long Ba has accumulated over countless ages and transform them completely for her own use!

While casting the spell, Feng Xi glanced at Qin Chuan, anticipating that he would intervene.

Qin Chuan simply stood there quietly, watching her perform her actions with a calm gaze, as if he were watching a clumsy farce whose ending he already knew.

Feng Xi felt a chill run down her spine, and an ominous premonition instantly surged into her heart.

But the spell had already been cast, the arrow was on the bowstring, and she could only watch helplessly as the dark energy slowly approached that fragile dragon consciousness...